Well, in starting this story of, my sister Marie, or “Sissy,” I have to tell you upon her seeing I’ve told this…she is gonna attempt murder, upon yours truly! The only thing I have going for me is the fact she lives in North Carolina, and Deb and I in Florida.
I’ve told of my days of growing up in Mississippi, and how I loved our time there as a child.
Well, Sissy was just BARELY beginning to toddle around a little when we first moved out there, and I’m not quite nine years older than her, and twelve years older than my brother, Shane. I’m figuring with this kind of age difference between me and Mom and Dad’s next child, I must have been a dern terror! Not me!
We stayed two years, so I’m guessing Sissy was about three when we left, and moved back to Florida.
Quickly, out in the front yard, off to the side was a big ditch, and when it rained heavily would carry quite a bit of water, but during dry times, it never had a hint of water in it.
Off above that ole ditch was one of the purtiest plum trees you’ve ever seen. Those things when in season were about the sweetest things I’ve ever eaten in my entire life! Oh, they were so good.
Well, Sissy felt the exact same way in regards to them plums, and she’d just throw a fit if me and my buddies were up under it eatin’ us a plum or two! I’m telling you that little girl would get fightin’ mad over those dern plums, and she’d throw her a fit!
As a matter of fact she came after me one afternoon with a dad-gum badmitton racket, if it’s not spelled right, it’s the dern stick you hit them little birdies around back and forth over a net with.
She couldn’t begin to think about catching me so I’d hold one of those plums out, take a bite, wait until she got almost within swinging range, and I’d run off a little ways. I was aggravating her to no end, and them little cheeks of hers kept getting redder, and redder, as I continued harassing her over the plums.
She’d get close, I’d run off, she’d get close, and I’d run off. Only ten or fifteen yards at a time, mainly because I didn’t want her to lose sight of how mad I was really making her. In reality, though I didn’t realize it at the time…I was sealing my own fate!
I sidestepped her the last time, tripped and fell, almost on top of her, and when I did, that little devil in a skirt just absolutely clobbered me right between the eyes! How this took place, was when I fell I just knew she was way too close for me to have let this happen.
So knowing she was practically on top of me when I fell I rolled over onto my back to see just exactly where she was at, and it was at that exact moment of me turning over, face up, that she showed me! WHACK…right between the eyes!
Man, I was mad as a hornet, and I jumped up and was gonna smack her, and I heard Mom. “Don’t you dare,” she hollered. I said, “MOM, she hit me that dern racket, right between my eyes!”
Mom says, “I saw you out there just a aggravating her, and she got you back…let it go!”
So, all jokes aside, we had our school pictures taken shortly after, and that particular year, in Brandon, Mississippi Elementary School, Dub Bronson had his picture taken with a big ole scab…right between his eyes! This is the truth, and I’ve still got one of the darn things, though I’m sure Sissy probably still has 25-30 of em, plastered all over her dern house!
Because, thinking back of such a sweet, adorable childhood memory as this, between a loving brother and his sweet, sweet sister, I’ve convinced myself to go ahead and tell this on her! This, too is true, and I ain’t about to change the names to protect the innocent, and surely not the guilty party either! This is told exactly as I remember it, and yes Sissy, I love you too!
At this time I’m fixing to tell on my sister, you have to understand Sissy couldn’t have been but a year, MAYBE a year and a half. So in her defense, she really had no earthly idea of what she was doing.
Anyway, I came into my room, and Sissy was just standing there, something in her hand, and it was obvious it had been bitten into. Also she had this terrible expression on her face and she kept shaking her head back and forth and saying, “SHOO, SHOO,” like whatever she had bitten, had indeed tasted horrible.
I couldn’t figure out what in the world was going on, and then I saw what had happened and it all registered on me.
The little thing’s diaper had opened up on one end, and there was two or three little tiny, hard chocolate ball looking things laying on the floor, and another in her hand, that like I said, had a little bite taken out of it.
She had messed her dern drawers, and it was laying out on the floor like little rabbit pellets. Plus she’d took her a bite off one, and I’m telling you she wasn’t liking it one bit! I swear she’d done this though. Again, she was shaking her little head going, “Shoo, Shoo,” and I took it away from her, got Mom and told her what had happened.
Mom couldn’t believe it and washed her hands and mouth out good. Later we all had a good laugh about it, all but Sissy, who still didn’t realize what she had done.
I’m here to tell you now though, and this, too is true, but you could not give that girl a Hershey’s Kiss from there on until she was probably 9 or ten years old! She would have NOTHING to do with them! I swear you could not even get one close to her, she’d go the other way!
It really was hilarious after the fact, and still today we all still laugh and give her a hard time about it!
I told Mark and Josh this story when they were pretty little, and up until they were in high school, on Sissy’s birthday, or Christmas, she always got a bag or two of Hershey’s Kisses from them! They thought it was the funniest thing!
Anyway, I don’t know what made me think about this today, but Deb and I just laughed and laughed over Sissy and a dern Hershey’s Kiss!
Thank you all for coming back again to visit. You guys have a great day and God Bless!
Dub and Deb
Too funny! LOL